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The Day I Stopped Believing
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It was a Saturday morning
And the sun was just below the horizon
The doctor called and said she had little time to live
My precious girl of six, Why should she have to die?
I rushed to her side, I ran to maybe save her life
I clutched her hand tightly and said
“Don’t worry darling, I wont let you go
God himself cant take me from you”
She looked back, and only offered a smile
And in her eyes, She knew it was time
No child should ever be forced to accept death
No father should ever be forced to accept this
As I held her hand, Her eyes slowly closed
Her heart beat ever so softly, Till It just didn’t beat at all
The ringing of the flat line, Is the monotone melody
To which I saw my only daughter die
I squeezed tighter and tighter
I screamed and I screamed
As the doctors pulled me away
I wished it was all some horrible dream
I fought and I fought, But depression and sorrow
Are opponents who have not yet lost
I looked to the sky, And tore the cross from my chest
“No God, I simply cannot accept her death”
This is the day I cried more than a million tears
This is the day I stopped believing
© Brett Windnagle, 2008
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Basically this one was sadly inspired by something I read in a newspaper. A guy lost his only daughter to cancer, And the only thing I could think was......Why?, This is the kinda stuff that should'nt happen, But like so many terrible things, always does, and all too frequently.
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